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meeko-mar · 2 years

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Consider: BKDK Way of the Househusband AU

Where if, post-war, Katsuki is NOT able to come back to using his Quirk like he used to, on account of damage done to him, and/or due to the fact that his heart has basically been cobbled back together after extensive, mortal damage and it can't work to the level that Katsuki would push it to...

So he loses his dream of becoming the No. 1 Hero. He faces a "mourning period" of that loss, but has Izuku sticking with him through it all, keeping him grounded, and telling him that no matter what, they're friends and partners(maybe more), he's Izuku's hero no matter what. And instead of, as old Katsuki would, letting that destroy and/or enrage him and make him a bitter old clone of Endeavor, accepts that for himself and that it's not the end of the world.

And instead turns to support Izuku one hundred percent.

He could probably carry on with honors at UA, but maybe taking a more hybridized academia that includes more General/Support studies, and they both graduate in a few years. He'd probably make a place for himself helping with minor hero work, consulting, eventually working in Izuku's agency in a very prominent position(basically his right hand man, or sidekick...like Nighteye to All Might?)

And additionally, keeps Izuku together on his downtime. Making sure meals are cooked, house is clean before they head in to work. Making sure Izuku generally takes care of himself and keeping an eye on him, and on the work side, tracking the villains he's taking on, keeping rigid score of battles and patterns to ensure the GREATEST chance of Izuku coming back to him. Bc after all, no one knows Izuku/Deku better than Katsuki. (also this is him taking on that Analytical side of Izuku as we saw with him vs. AFO again, but in the context of battle/villain/hero analysis)

If Izuku tries to overbook himself or over extend himself on the field, Katsuki will outright CANCEL appointments/interviews/etc if he thinks its' too much on Izuku's schedule, as well as go out into the field his damn self and drag Izuku home if he's getting a little too focused on Herowork without thought for himself.

They'll spat a little over "Kacchan, I'm fine!" and "No, don't you act like you've had enough sleep with all those stupid celebrity appearances they've booked you on lately, You were slow and I just watched you stumble TWICE. You're going home and getting into bed right the fuck now!! IcyHot's already on the scene to take over for you!!"

(but overall, Izuku DOES eventually learn to read the signs when they're pointed out to him and listens to Kacchan's and the others' worries about his well being)

But then an hour later, they'll be sweet and domestic at home with Izuku in a big sweater napping off the stress of his shift on the couch as Katsuki quietly cooks dinner dressed in his comfy PJs, with both of their cell phones turned on Do Not Disturb and in "phone jail" so they can get an hour or two to themselves without any calls from HQ. ~

Also like in WotHH villains will sometimes target him if he's out getting groceries or something homey like that(since he's got a pretty HIGH celebrity status after the war, kidnapping AND sludge attack), but he DOES still train, has some sort of license to use his Quirk, and easily hands them their asses. Dispels and spits at any rumors that he's "washed up" now that he's mainly working in the background of an agency instead of being a powerhouse Hero as well of taking care of chores and household.

Katsuki can still beat the crap out of them and tells them they're just lucky as hell they didn't try to attack him or imply his weakness in front of Izuku...otherwise their outcome would have been very different. and messier. ~

#bakudeku #decchan #katsudeku #bnha spoilers #way of the househusband au #and like he can't go full out but yeah he's still a badass #and really if izu is in real shit he'd pull up #he would throw down if he had to #and hten it would be izu's turn to get on HIS case about his health and drag him home #of course casual protests and teases of IF U DIDNT GET URSELF IN TROUBLE I WOULDNT HAVE TO IZUKU #I could honestly really vibe with this AU #waiting for leaks

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mysterymissteary · 9 months

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Snapshots of Twin Stars AU | BKDK | married!bkdk | domestic fluff

Chapter Three: Lazy Day

Married couple Izuku and Katsuki spend a day at home on their day off.

For the first time in what seems like forever, the Wonder Duo have a day off together. And Izuku for one, plans to not do anything.

Usually Kacchan would be up by 5, get a morning jog in, make breakfast and bentos for both of them, wake Izuku up, usually gently but if Izuku doesn't wake up after a few tries, a kick in the ass works, listen to Izuku's sleepy mumbles about whatever dream he has, shower together, then head to work.

Sometimes Kacchan or Izuku would have a team up with some other hero, usually one of their friends, but usually they'd work together. They are the Wonder Duo. They're always a matching pair.

But today, they have off. And today, Izuku is not letting Kacchan get out of bed until at least noon. He's wrapped his powerful legs around Kacchan like a clingy octopus, holding onto him as much as his much smaller body allows. Kacchan isn't moving today.

Kacchan's beautiful face scrunches up as he starts to wake.

Katsuki goes to stretch his arms and he finds that something is restraining him. He opens his eyes to see Izuku, wrapped around him, looking at him with a sleepy smile. He should have known.

"Hi, Kacchan." How is the nerd so chipper?

"Hi." Katsuki's voice is deep and scratchy. He watches Izuku's cheeks turn red. Oh he likes that huh? "Let go'a me, 'Zu."

"Till death, Kacchan." The nerd wraps tighter around him, and he swears he sees Black Whip in the corner of his eye sneaking around his legs.

"That doesn't apply to wakin' up, dip shit. You want food or not?"

The nerd is quiet, as if he's thinking. Food would be nice. But... they hardly have time for cuddles lately. Katsuki knows damn well that's what he's thinking.

"Do you think I can use Black Whip to cook from here?"

"Deku get your freckled ass outta bed!" Katsuki pushes Izuku's face away from his. Izuku laughs and releases his beloved Kacchan. Reluctantly.

"Rude, my love. Very rude." Katsuki shakes his head in disbelief. He sits up and rubs his hand through his wild, pale hair.

"You knew that when you accepted my name."

Izuku sighs dreamily. He flops over on his back, spreading his arms out with a dopey smile. "Izuku Bakugou. I feel so blessed to have Kacchan's name."

The golden morning sun is gleaming off of his beautiful tan skin, accentuating every little star on his cheeks and shoulders. His smile.... Katsuki would kill a man without a second thought to protect that damn smile. Katsuki can't help the small sleepy smirk that comes to his face.

"Whatever, dweeb. We'll warm up some rice and miso. Get back over here."

Izuku might as well have super speed with how he launches himself at his much larger husband. Immediately Izuku's nuzzling into Katsuki's neck, pressing sweet little kisses there.

Katsuki's arms envelop him and bring him close, inhaling the scent of the shampoo he used the night before. Something strawberry.

Izuku lets out a soft hum, resting his head on Katsuki's chest. He places a kiss to the scar there. Katsuki knows Izuku will never stop praising his scars. Especially those from the war.

Something he and the nerd has in common. They both have scars from protecting each other. Scars neither regret. But they hold bittersweet feelings. Feelings of "I can't lose you" and "thank you for loving me" all at once.

A while back, Katsuki watched Izuku's face fall and guilt fill his emerald eyes every time he looked at Katsuki shirtless. Large starbursts dotted across his chest and ribs. And the angry pink explosion in the center of his chest. But even with that sad look on his face, the nerd always went out of his way to call Katsuki handsome. Katsuki hated that look.

Somewhere in their second year, Katsuki stares to realize that a lot of Izuku's scars were because of him. Crooked fingers from fighting him without giving up, thick lines on his palms from trying to rescue him way back then, and the one that fucking gutted Katsuki when he realized what it was. A smaller burn scar on his shoulder. Just big enough to fit teenage fingers. And Katsuki starts to understand the look in the nerds eyes.

Over the years, Izuku's eyes showed less and less guilt and sadness. He looks at Katsuki's scars with love and gratitude. Because they're proof that Katsuki loves him. And Katsuki kisses each one of Izuku's scars every time he gets the chance.

Katsuki's hands rub up and down his husband's bare back, holding him like someone might take him away. He's thinking of staying like this all day. Fuck breakfast.

"I love you, Kacchan. Endlessly." The nerds voice is so soft and so full of admiration.

Katsuki answers with a deep "Mhn." And Izuku knows what he means. He loves this reckless little dweeb so fucking much. He doesn't need to say it.

Izuku giggles. "Such a way with words, Kacchan." He teases. "But you don't have to say it. I know."

"You don't gotta sound so smug about it, ya little shit." Katsuki chuckles, squeezing Izuku's sides, making Izuku gasp and try to escape his hands by wiggling away.

"Kacchan! No tickles this early."

"It's ten."

"Early for normal people. Maybe not cranky old men." Oh the nerd is in for it. Katsuki goes in for the attack, assaulting Izuku's exposed ribs. Izuku squeals and desperately tries to push Katsuki's hands away.

"K-kacchan! D-dont! Stop it!" He laughs. That beautiful bell like laughter Katsuki loves for. So Katsuki doesn't stop. He continues as Izuku tries to squirm and roll out of his grasp. But no one can ever escape the Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight's ruthless grasp. Not even his adorable husband.

"Who's the cranky old man, hah?!"

"I-Im sorry I'm sorry! K-kacchan please!"

Finally, Katsuki decides the nerd has been punished enough. He lets Izuku catch his breath as his giggles die down.

"Kacchan's so mean." He turns his body to face Katsuki. But his smile doesn't match his words.

"Yeah? Mean must be your type then." He smirks, leaning his head on his propped up arm.

"I think my type is just Kacchan." Izuku leans his head up to give Katsuki a kiss. Soft and sweet. "It's only ever been Kacchan." A hand reaches up to rest on Katsuki's cheek. And Katsuki's shrived up, cold ass heart fills with love. His smirk softens.

"You're such a loser." He says fondly, taking a moment to admire how gorgeous Izuku looks when he's content like this. He can't fucking believe that he gets to wake up to this every day. Kiss this man when he comes home from a bad day. Comfort this man when he has a bad day of his own. He doesn't deserve this kind, amazing man.

But he'd also rather die than see Izuku with anyone else. Fuck that.

When he's done admiring his personal little treasure, Katsuki turns his head to kiss the nerds palm resting on his cheek. He yanks the blankets off of himself and pushes his body to sit up. He hears Izuku whine.

"Shut it, dweeb. We can't lay in bed and make out all day."

"Yes we can. We totally can. You're just depriving me of affection. Meanie."

Katsuki rolls his eyes, standing and stretching. He doesn't have to look at Izuku to know he's staring at Katsuki's broad, muscular back.

'Keep your eyes on me, nerd. Never take your eyes off me.' Katsuki smirks to himself. He relishes in Izuku's obsession with his body and his quirk. He's loves it. And he's equally as obsessed with the nerd. He won't deny that.

But he's starting to get hungry. And he knows if he doesn't feed the nerd now, Izuku will forget to eat. Katsuki finds a pair of pants and heads out of the bedroom.

He takes a plastic leftovers container of miso from last night's dinner from the fridge. He also takes out some leftover rice and a carton of eggs. He'll warm up the leftovers and make some tamagoyaki. That should tide them over.

He'll make a bigger lunch for them. Maybe order something nice for dinner. Or maybe go eat out. But that would run the risk of being recognized as the top two heroes.

As he's cracking eggs into a long rectangular pan for the tamagoyaki, he feels a pair of warm, muscular arms hug his torso, his husband's cheek resting on his shoulder blades.

So the nerd has finally gotten out of bed. Katsuki probably would have served him his breakfast in bed if he didn't. Saves him the trouble. "Really couldn't be away from me for 10 minutes?"

Izuku hums. "You know I can't, Kacchan."

"Loser." Katsuki laughs. His golden wedding band clinks against the ceramic bowl he uses to warm up the rice. "What do you want in your rice, baby?"

"Furikake."

"Obviously. What kind?" Katsuki's gonna put a fuck load of chili oil and garlic in his.

"Salmon and nori, please." Katsuki opens their seasoning cabinet, one of Katsuki's most prized collections, and reaches for their many furikake flavors. Then he spots something is off. He grabs the offending object. It's a small bottle of seasoning with a blue cartoon character on it. Katsuki definitely didn't buy this. "Izuku, why the fuck do we have Doraemon furikake?"

He can feel the nerd tense up and curl a bit into Katsuki's back. "Because it's cute, Kacchan." He pouts.

"When did you even get this, you little shit?" He doesn't remember a time when Izuku went to the store by himself. They usually go together or have groceries delivered.

Which means Izuku must have picked it up on his way home one day. He feels soft lips kiss his back.

"Are you mad at me, Kacchan?"

Katsuki sighs, sprinkling the seasoning on Izuku's rice.

"No, baby. Not mad at all. You want things, buy things. But you don't gotta hide them." He uses a pair of chopsticks to roll the egg into tamagoyaki, pouring more egg to make the roll larger and lets it cook. "Never hide from me."

"I'll tell you next time, Kacchan. Promise."

"Good. Now go wash your hands, nerd. Breakfast is almost done."

"Okay, my love." As Izuku passes him to head to the sink, Katsuki makes sure to give him a smack right on that round ass. How could he not? It's right there in his face.

Izuku scrunches his nose at him, but continues what he's doing. That's when Katsuki notices that Izuku had put on one of his shirts. It's far too big for him and falls off one of his shoulders. It's a black t-shirt with the words "Fuck around and find out" and a skeleton hand holding up a middle finger. One of his favorites. That little shit. He looks damn fine in it though.

The nerd seems to catch a whiff of the food. "Kacchan, you're making tamagoyaki? Smells so good!" He dries his hands and goes to the cabinets to get their dishes. As he reaches up, Katsuki has the pleasure of seeing just a peak of Izuku's All Might briefs. And his gods given thighs that can crush a man. Katsuki has to focus in order to not burn the eggs.

Smaller dishes for the sides and their rice bowls. Chopsticks of course. And shiruwan, or soup bowls for the miso. Izuku dutifully and lovingly helps him plate the meal, humming as he does so.

Katsuki snorts. He wonders if Izuku must have been a wife in his past life. He better damn well as been his husband though.

He can imagine himself as a shogun. The best of course. A strong military leader with a powerful army. And Izuku as his equally as powerful wife. He probably was offered tons of concubines, but he wouldn't give half of a shit about them. Only Izuku.

Any universe, any era, only Izuku.

The last of the food is prepared, and Katsuki cuts the tamagoyaki into equal size rectangles and sets them on a tray. Izuku helps him set the table with the food and they sit to eat.

Izuku folds his hands in a prayer. "Thank you for the food." He smiles brightly. Katsuki rolls his eyes and picks up his chopsticks.

"Just eat, dork."

The meal is pretty good by Katsuki's standards. Mixing the rice with seasoning and nori really made it come together. After breakfast, they gather the plates to clean.

"I'll do the dishes, Kacchan. Since you cooked. You should shower first so it's nice and hot."

"Hah?! You're saying I stink?"

"No, Kacchan. But considering what we spent a lot of last night doing, we should both shower." He can see Izuku's cheeks turn pink from where he is. Even the back of his neck.

"Why shower now, if we're just gonna do it again?"

"Kacchan!" Izuku turns to face him, puffing his cheeks in embarrassment.

"Just thinking ahead." Katsuki snorts. "I'll shower. But I'll wait for you to get done." Izuku's face softens.

"Okay, Kacchan." The nerd turns toward the sink again to finish the dishes. Katsuki better get the towels in the warmer.

While the nerd does his thing, Katsuki heads to the bathroom. He lights some scented candles. Just because. Not at all because he wants to smooze his husband. It's not like he needs to. The nerd has a hard time keeping his hands off him.

Katsuki gets their shower ready, starting the water so it can get warm.

"Love? Oh! The candles are such a nice touch, Kacchan." Izuku looks around with a soft smile. "Are you trying to seduce me, Kacchan?"

Katsuki puts their matching monogrammed fluffy robes on the hooks so he can embrace his husband. "I can't just do somethin' nice for my nerd?"

"You do lots of nice things for me, Kacchan. That's not what I meant." Izuku lifts himself to his tiptoes to kiss Katsuki's cheek. "The candles are lovely, sweetheart. Thank you."

"Waters ready."

"You spoil me, Kacchan. You really do." Izuku gives him a real kiss this time before starting to undress. Katsuki leans on the wall as he watches Izuku lift Katsuki's favorite shirt off of his battle hardened body. His scars a vibrant pale against his tanned, freckled skin.

His hips and stomach hold a bit of softness, but his thighs were carved by the ancient Greeks. His arms not quite as muscular, since most of his fighting is done with his legs. But all of him is gorgeous.

Izuku had always been pretty. Katsuki was a fool and a bastard for not seeing it sooner.

Izuku gives him a look over his shoulder as he stands nude before Katsuki. "Are you going to stare all day, Kacchan?" His tone is light and teasing.

Katsuki pushes himself off of the wall. "What? I can't look at my own husband?" Izuku approaches him, placing his scarred hands on the waistband of Katsuki's sweatpants. His thumbs hook under the elastic and start to pull downward slowly.

"It wouldn't be fair if you were the only one that gets to look, my dear Kacchan." The nerds eyes peer seductively up at him through thick, dark lashes. Katsuki feels his husband's warm hands on his hips, then the loss of his pants as they fall to the floor. He feels hands squeeze his ass.

"You little fucker." Katsuki smirks, swiping the nerds hands away to hold them captive above Izuku's head. "Am I just a piece of meat to you, hah?!"

Izuku giggles. They've played this game before. "No, Kacchan. Promise."

"Think you can do whatever you want, huh?" Katsuki moves him backward inch by inch, into the shower. Izuku squeaks as water starts to hit his shoulders and hair.

"Kacchan's body is just so perfect! Can't help but touch!" He laughs still as Katsuki grins.

"Then I get to do whatever I want too, huh.. I-zu-ku?" He accentuates each syllable slowly. He knows exactly what it does to the nerd.

Izuku's eyes widen, then he bites his lip as he flushes. "Kacchan..."

"Ya know what I wanna do, Izuku?"

"What, my love?" Izuku's voice was soft and heavy at the same time. Heavy with want. But soft with love and trust.

"I want you to bathe, stinky." Katsuki holds Izuku under the stream of water. Izuku yells, then laughs.

"So mean, Kacchan!" Katsuki works on wetting Izuku's thick, green curls, massaging his fingers through them.

"Stay still, dweeb." Izuku obeys, looking up at Katsuki with big, loving eyes. His arms hug Katsuki's waist as he allows his husband to clean him.

"I'm so blessed."

"You say that 50 times a day, nerd."

"I mean it every time." Katsuki lathers Izuku's hair with curl balanced hydrating shampoo. Izuku needed to use a specific kind of shampoo or his hair would be dry and unmanageable.

Lucky for the nerd, he has a damn good husband willing to do the dirty work in order to keep his ass in gear.

"Yeah? You really feel blessed?"

"Of course. I'm married to Kacchan. Who takes such good care of me." Katsuki's hands pause.

It wasn't always like that. And the guilt still creeps up on him some times. He owes it to Izuku to care for him like this. To pamper him.

"You take care of me too, nerd. More than I deserve."

Izuku's eyes flash with defiance, his brow furrowing. "Kacchan, dont. I know what you're thinking. I know you too well. We both deserve to be loved. You taught me that."

Katsuki snorts. He rinses the shampoo out of Izuku's hair, pushing his hair back as he does. "How did an asshole like me teach you something like that?"

Izuku squeezes his eyes shut, trying not to get soap in his face. "By-" Katsuki covers his mouth before he can finish.

"Unless you wanna eat shampoo, shut your mouth for a second, dork." He guides the water away from Izuku's face with his hands. He can see every freckle, every laugh line. Izuku is so beautiful.

"There. Now talk." Izuku's big, green, doe eyes open and he smiles at Katsuki like he's worth the entire world.

"Thank you, Kacchan~ Let me get you now." Katsuki was far too tall for Izuku to reach his hair. But Izuku has Float to help him.

Which brings something to mind. "If your little ass can fly, why do you make me reach the top shelf?! Hah?!" He grabs ahold of Izuku's cheek and pulls on it.

"Ouch! It's cuz I like when you lean over me! Leggo, Kacchan!" Izuku rubs his cheek when Katsuki releases him. He glares up at Katsuki but there's no real heat behind it.

"You're a little shit, you know that?" Katsuki can't say he blames him though. Katsuki himself likes when he can get things for Izuku. Help him in some way. Even small things like making his bentos or reaching things for him.

"You like a challenge, Kacchan." Izuku giggles. His feet lift off the shower floor as he begins to wet Katsuki's hair. Not like Katsuki has much. After they graduated, he started cutting his hair shorter on the sides. Easier to manage and less risk of it getting in his face in battle.

But just enough on top for the nerd to run his hands through.

Katsuki's hands hold onto Izuku's waist as he looks up at his floating husband. Lazy smile on his lips. Izuku hums what sounds suspiciously like the All Might theme song as he soaps up and washes Katsuki's hair. Katsuki's eyes never once leave Izuku's face.

He has words to say. But he's never been good at words. So he just grunts softly. Izuku will understand. He always does.

He watches Izuku's smile grow. "I love you too, Kacchan. Lean your head back so I can rinse it out." Katsuki does, closing his eyes finally.

He feels the water run down his back. And feels Izuku's practiced hands brushing his hair back. Izuku is extra careful to not get soap in Katsuki's eyes. Not like Katsuki gives a shit if it does get in his eyes.

But the fact that Izuku loves him that much, it's something Katsuki holds onto. Back in high school, he would have snapped at Izuku, thinking that the nerd thought that he was weak and helpless.

But now... Now he knows that Izuku does these things not because he thinks Katsuki can't do it for himself, but because he loves him. Sometimes it's still hard for Katsuki to accept kindness. But he's working on it.

"All done, Kacchan!" Izuku starts to lower himself back onto the floor, with Katsuki's help.

"You did good, nerd." Katsuki lifts Izuku's chin with his finger. The nerds eyes widened and sparkled, filling with love. Katsuki decides to reward him with a soft kiss.

He can feel his husband melt, returning the kiss without hesitation. When Katsuki breaks the kiss, Izuku is a mushy lovestruck mess. And Katsuki enjoys the effect he has from just a little kiss.

"Lets wash up, nerd. So we can watch somethin'."

"Okay, Kacchan. Cuddles too, right?"

"Maybe." He already knows he'll end up giving Izuku exactly what he wants. Holding his husband while watching some dorky hero documentary doesn't sound like a bad way to spend a day off.

#married bkdk #dkbk #dkbkdk #bkdk fic #bkdk #katsuki bakugou #bakugou x midoriya #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #izuku midoriya #bakudeku

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arbitrarycategories · 1 year

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A friend was talking about jumanji yesterday so my adhd ass brain dreamt about zathura and so naturally my subconscious cooked up a whole fic idea about bkdk childhood friends in place of the brothers and I just 😐

-Loon

I think I might need to rewatch jumanji because I only understood half of that? But I will eagerly encourage whatever au you dream up!!

#secret loon friend!#bnha #arbitrary answers

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sorry-you-had-to-see-this · 2 years

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AU where Bakugo has a secret identity as a youtuber that posts recipe videos.

He never shows his face on camera (he shoots from the neck down) or talks, and yet he still has a massive fanbase of fangirls and fanboys alike. His videos are relaxing and well directed and his recipes are easy to follow with useful tips. (Not to mention everyone is swooning over his hands and well toned muscles). Noone could even begin to guess that is pro hero Dynamight behind the camera.

Not even hero Deku, who may or may not have developed a massive crush on the youtuber ever since he discovered him via a katsudon recipe video.

Well massive, is an overstatement. Yup. He has a perfectly healthy amount of screenshots and various gifs of his forearms in his gallery folder.

So sue the guy. He has a guilty pleasure. Noone needs to know.

Izuku is usually very vocal about his fascination with other heros, and fanboys freely about them, but for some reason he isn't very keen on sharing this particular interest with his friends and coworkers. That probably has something to do with the fact that 90% of the reason Izuku has a crush on this youtuber is that he reminds him of Kacchan. But he couldn't be. First of all his vibes are too calm and most importantly, there's no way Bakugo Katsuki would do something as frivolous as shooting cooking videos in his home kitchen. Izuku can't even imagine. Not that he has even seen Bakugo's kitchen, so there's not much for his imagination to work with. His hero partner is very particular about inviting people over his apartment.

Anyway, just let the boy enjoy his little videos of the sexy cook with the sexy muscles kneading bread ffs. It's not like he can ogle at his real life crush, so let him have this at least. What could go wrong?

#bakudeku #bkdk #bakudeku au #youtuber bakugo #bakudeku fic prompt #do NOT ask me why there are carrots in that Katsudon recipe. idk either. that was the only decent photo of bakugo cooking i could find.

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kawaiikichi · 4 years

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Kitchen Flirting (BKDK)

Hey, you guys! So, this is part one of a Domestic BKDK AU that I came up with during my time away from this blog. I wasn’t really in the best of moods and I even felt hopeless but writing this (and Bakudeku period) really saved me and cheered me up (because that’s what fluff oughta do after some angst). So, this was the result of that. It’s pretty fluffy and just them being cute, so yeah.

The inspiration behind this besides cheering myself up was that I started thinking about things and then my mind wandered to a scene of Katsuki teaching Izuku how to cut an onion and this came to be.

I hope you guys like it! :D

Title: Kitchen Flirting

Summary: Katsuki teaches Izuku how to cook. Things escalate from there.

One-Shot Notes: They all have their Quirks; Katsuki and Izuku are 22; they live together and have been living together for almost a year; Established BKDK (been dating for a few years)

One-shot is under the cut!

“Um...Kacchan? Can you please tell me why you have two aprons?” Izuku asked, staring at the two aprons that Katsuki held in his hands.

“What does it look like, Deku? I’m going to teach you how to fucking cook.” Katsuki stated.

“To cook?”

“Damn right. I don’t wanna have to come home to a burnt kitchen again.”

“Sorry, Kacchan...” Izuku trailed off, recalling when he tried cooking dinner for Katsuki a couple nights ago only to nearly burn their apartment down.

“Stop fucking apologizing, Deku. Now, bring your cute little butt over here so that I can get this apron on you.” Katsuki said, motioning for Izuku to come closer.

“But Kacchan, I can put it on myself—”

“If you don’t get here right this fucking minute, I’m going to tickle you until you beg for mercy.”

“Okay, okay! I’ll come over there...”

Izuku let out a sigh of defeat as he walked over to Katsuki, who had a smug look on his face as he put on his apron, which was black and had the words “100% Pure Daddy Material” on it in white block letters. Izuku stopped as Katsuki turned to look at him, that charming smirk still spread across his lips.

“Now, let’s get this apron on you.” he said.

Izuku could only stare as Katsuki made his way over to him with a white apron in his hand. He brought it over Izuku’s head and he began to fix it. His fingers would brush along the sides of Izuku’s neck, which made his skin tingle. Katsuki’s fingers lingered just above Izuku’s collarbone before withdrawing them and moving so that he was behind him. With deft fingers, he proceeded to tie the apron straps into a knot behind Izuku. Every once in a while, Katsuki’s fingers would dance along Izuku’s lower back, making his heart nearly leap out of his chest.

Kacchan is doing this on purpose, isn’t he? He has to be, Izuku thought to himself.

Katsuki pulled away and headed in the direction of the kitchen.

“So today, we’re going to be making a simple dish: curry.” Katsuki said.

“Curry, huh...” Izuku trailed off.

“This is such a simple recipe that even an amateur like you can follow it and it’ll come out well!” Katsuki declared.

“Well...” Izuku scratched the back of his head nervously. “I did burn instant ramen one time when I had Uraraka over at my old apartment...” he trailed off.

Katsuki stared at Izuku with an appalled look on his face.

“God fucking...” he released an exasperated sigh as he ran his fingers through his hair. “Seriously? Instant ramen?” he asked.

“Yeah, I know, it’s totally embarrassing...” Izuku murmured.

Katsuki let his hand drop to his side.

“Bring your cute butt over here, Deku.” he said.

Izuku did as he was told and suddenly found himself in Katsuki’s arms. The scent of cinnamon and cologne enveloped him as Katsuki spoke.

“Don’t be embarrassed, okay, Deku? It’ll be fine. Why? Because I am fucking here. And I will make sure that this meal comes out excellent.” he said.

Izuku inhaled Katsuki’s scent before letting out a small giggle.

“Hm? What’s so funny, Deku?” Katsuki asked.

“You were mimicking All Might just now and I thought it was kinda funny...” Izuku trailed off.

Katsuki’s eyebrows furrowed at this.

“I hear you say one more thing about All Might and it’ll be a full-on tickle fest from here on out.”

“O-Okay, okay, Kacchan! I won’t say it anymore, so please stop poking at my sides!”

🧡💚🧡💚

“Okay, now that we have the rice in the rice cooker, we should start chopping up some fucking vegetables. That sounds doable, right, Deku?” Katsuki asked.

“Yes, it does.” Izuku gave Katsuki a pout. “Kacchan, you don’t need to keep babying me like this...” he trailed off.

“Huh? I ain’t fucking babying you. I’m just keeping a goddamn eye on you.”

“That’s...kinda the same, though...”

“Huh? Did someone just ask for a tickle fest?”

“N-No! No, I did not!”

“Alright, then. Now, start working on that onion for me. I need to go to the bathroom.”

“Alright, Kacchan...”

Izuku watched as Katsuki headed down the hallway. As soon as he heard the door close, he redirected his attention to the onion on the cutting board.

“Now, time to cut this onion...” he trailed off.

He grabbed for the knife and after cutting off the top and bottom ends of it, he peeled off the outer skin and then sliced the onion in half. Then, he stopped.

And now I don’t know what to do after this. I’ve tried to see how Kacchan does it, but his hands move so fast that it’s hard for me to follow...gosh, I should really start watching some cooking shows whenever I get the chance. Actually, I should’ve observed my mom while I was still at home—

“Hey, Deku, you done with that onion yet?”

Izuku let out a startled yelp, nearly dropping the knife as Katsuki returned from the bathroom. He looked down at Izuku’s cutting board.

“So, that’s how far you’ve gotten, huh...” Katsuki trailed off as he began to make his way over to Izuku.

Izuku began to panic as the blond got closer. What was Katsuki going to do? Deep down, Izuku knew that the blond would probably threaten him with a tickle fest, but he kept fearing that he would use his Quirk. He suddenly remembered the heated fight they got in three months ago, where they had to fight a very clever and devious villain and Izuku nearly lost his life. The two of them went at each other with their Quirks in an all-out battle, destroying half of their apartment.

When Katsuki was being vague, Izuku couldn’t help but fear what would come next.

He squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for Katsuki to reprimand him. Suddenly, he felt Katsuki’s warm scent envelop him completely. His eyes flew open and he watched as Katsuki’s hands slid down his arms and rested atop his hands.

“You’re holding the knife wrong, Deku.” Izuku nearly jumped at how close Katsuki’s rough, but gentle voice was to his ear. “This is how you’re supposed to hold the knife,” he began, positioning Izuku’s hand properly on the knife.

“Then, you need to curl your fingers in like this so that you don’t cut any of them off,” he curled the fingers on Izuku’s other hand and placed them atop the onion, “Next, you cut into it vertically just slightly and after that, we’re going to chop it nice and slow.” Katsuki explained.

As they went through the motions, Izuku’s senses went into overdrive. There were the sounds of the knife hitting the cutting board lightly with each clean cut. Then there was the intoxicating scent of cinnamon and cologne that clung to the blond. Katsuki’s hand resting on top of his. The feeling of Katsuki’s toned chest through his apron and shirt almost flush against his back. Katsuki’s breath tickling the shell of his ear as he whispered encouraging words to him every once in a while. It was enough to drive Izuku mad and he had to stop himself from having his heart leap out of his chest and his body melt into a puddle of mush.

“And there. The onion’s done.”

Katsuki’s voice brought Izuku back to reality and he saw that the onion was cut into nice and even bite-sized pieces.

“Wow...” Izuku trailed off.

Oh my gosh, I actually did it! Well, I had Kacchan’s help, but this is still pretty amazing, he thought to himself.

“I see someone’s pretty damn happy that they managed to cut an onion. Well, you obviously couldn’t have done it without me, your boyfriend, the one and only Bakugou Katsuki.” the blond said.

Izuku couldn’t help but laugh.

“You’re ego’s starting to come through again, Kacchan.” he teased.

Katsuki huffed out a sigh.

“Like hell it is, Deku.” he replied before bringing Izuku’s earlobe in between his teeth and tugging lightly on it.

Izuku squealed, his cheeks turning red.

“Ka-Kacchan!” he exclaimed in shock.

“I knew it. You started getting flustered with how close I was to you.” Katsuki commented.

“Hu-Huh?! That’s not what this is—”

“Don’t lie to me, Deku.”

Katsuki took the knife out of Izuku’s hand, put it down on the cutting board, and turned him so that they were face to face.

It was only then that Izuku registered the stinging in his eyes from when they were cutting the onion no too long ago. He looked up at Katsuki through watery eyes.

“Kacchan...” he grumbled, a pout making its way to his lips.

Katsuki chuckled.

“Wow, Deku...just looking at your cute face flushed all red like a tomato makes it all the more obvious that you’re one hundred percent cinnamon roll material.” he commented.

“Huh?” Izuku blinked, some tears slipping down his cheeks as he followed Katsuki’s gaze down to his apron.

Sure enough, the words “100% Pure Cinnamon Roll Material” were printed in black block letters across the white apron. His cheeks grew redder as he looked back and forth between their aprons, connecting the dots.

Oh gosh, these are the couple aprons that Kirishima got us for Christmas last year, he thought to himself.

He eyed his boyfriend curiously.

Since when was Kacchan such a romantic sap, he wondered to himself.

Sure, there would be times where Katsuki did romantic things and acted romantic, but it was never to the extent where Katsuki would be willing to wear couple set aprons.

“Hey, Kaccha—” Before Izuku could finish his sentence, Katsuki leaned in and began to kiss his tears away. His heart skipped a beat at the action.

“Kacchan...? What are you...?” Izuku trailed off.

“Somebody’s gotta get rid of those tears, don’t you think?” Katsuki asked.

“I get that, but...” Izuku’s eyes continued to sting as he noticed something. “Hey, Kacchan...how come your eyes aren’t watery?” he asked.

“That’s because I’m immune to it.” Katsuki replied.

This made Izuku pout.

“Not fair...I wish I could also be immune to it...” he mumbled.

“If you end up being immune to it as well, then I won’t be able to kiss those tears away.” Katsuki commented.

“Geez, Kacchan, you’re being very sappy today.”

“Well, I don’t see you complaining about it.”

In the next moment, Katsuki closed the distance between them, their lips coming together in a kiss. Izuku instantly melted, his hands moving to rest on Katsuki’s broad shoulders while Katsuki’s hands sat on either side of Izuku, trapping him against the counter. His hands eventually traveled down to his hips and he squeezed them lightly, causing a squeal to escape Izuku’s lips.

“Kacchan...!” he exclaimed against Katsuki’s lips, which split into a wide smirk as he placed his hands under Izuku’s thighs and lifted him up, carrying him over and setting him down on some empty counter space beside the sink.

Katsuki pulled away and he proceeded to pepper kisses all over Izuku’s face from his forehead to his cheeks, nose, eyelids, chin, and even the freckles that dotted his cheeks. Izuku giggled as Katsuki moved lover, trailing kisses along the sides of his neck and his exposed collarbone.

“Kacchan, just what in the world are you doing?!” he asked, giggling as Katsuki bit the side of his neck playfully.

“I am trying to kiss every inch of your fucking beautiful body.” Katsuki withdrew so that he could shoot Izuku a devious smile. “Is there something wrong with that?” he asked.

“N-No! There’s nothing wrong with that at all, Kacchan! It’s just—” at that moment, the rice cooker beeped.

Katsuki let out a growl, whirling around to glare at the offending appliance perched on the counter near the stove.

“That motherfucking machine trying to get in the way of my fucking time with my drop-dead gorgeous Deku, what the everloving fuckity fuck fuck—”

“Now, now, Kacchan, relax.” Izuku reached out to pat Katsuki’s head. “We should finish prepping the rest of the ingredients and make the curry.” he suggested.

Katsuki continued to glare daggers at the rice cooker before huffing out a sigh.

“Okay, fiiiiiiiiiine!” he barked out as he helped Izuku off of the counter.

As soon as Izuku’s feet touched the ground, Katsuki continued.

“We’ll finish making that curry. But remember, Deku,” he smacked Izuku’s ass, making him yelp, “there’ll be more of where that came from later tonight.” he said, his voice husky as he withdrew his hand and headed over to the rice cooker.

Izuku’s cheeks flushed red, silently pondering over what Katsuki might have in store for them later tonight as he watched Katsuki angrily pop the lid open, swearing at the rice cooker all the while.

#bnha #boku no hero academia #bakudeku #bkdk #katsuki bakugou #izuku midoriya #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #bkdk domestic au #part 1 #domestic fluff #two dorks being cute #i mean look at them being cute #kacchan teaching deku how to cook #kawaiikichi

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jenanigans1207 · 7 months

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I’ve seen the most important part of the new bnha chapter and that alone motivates me to get back to working on discriminating taste

#bkdk #bkdk cooking au #discriminating taste #bnha

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dead-inside-cx · 4 years

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The time Izuku tried to cook for his mum

Izuku was bored. Katsuki was home for the weekend as was mostly everyone else. He was as well; unfortunately his mum had to work so he was home alone. He wasn’t going to see Katsuki until the end of the weekend and both had agreed not to call each other unless it was an emergency. Well their parents were forcing them to.

They couldn’t say no, well Katsuki tried before Izuku frowned. That shut the boy up quickly. It might seem cruel but it wasn’t really. He just didn’t want a scene to be made. It worked.

Izuku sighed again and checked the time. He mum wouldn’t be back for a couple more hours. He had done all his homework and training, so all he could do was wait. “Ugggh this fucking sucks!” he yelled to no one. He thought about what he could do.

An idea popped into his head. He was going to cook for his mum! Yes!! She did so much for him, so he could do this. He went to the kitchen now excited to have a task. He grabbed his mums cook book and went searching for an easy recipe.

He had cooked with Katsuki a few times, and sometimes alone but only really easy shit that was hard to fuck up unless you’re almost everyone in the bakusquad and honestly the rest of his own friend group. Which yes included Lida.

He found a recipe for a cake. That would do. Seemed easy enough besides how badly can he fuck up?

~An hour later~

“KAAACHAAAAAAN HELP MEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!” Izuku screamed into his phone. “What the fuck nerd? What did you do?” “I TRIED MAKING A CAKE FOR MY MUM CAUSE YOU KNOW SHES AMAZING AND I FUCKED UP KAACHAAAAAN ITS ON FIRE. THERES SO MUCH FIRE!!!!!!!!!!!! WHY IS THE CAKE BURNING? HELP MEEEEEEEEE” Izuku was freaking out. The cake was literally on fire in the oven. The green haired boy was too scared to touch it.

“I’m coming.” Katsuki sighed and hung up. “I have to go rescue my idiot boyfriend.” He said to his parents. “What happened?” “He tried making a cake. It’s apparently on fire. I’ll be back later.” He left and ran to Izukus.

He opened the door and ran inside. Izuku was on the floor crying. Honestly it was kinda funny. “Get up nerd.” “Kaachan!!!!” Katsuki shook his head before going and grabbing the cake out of the oven, then put out the fire. He turned to Izuku. “Baby you are an idiot.” He sighed. Izuku sniffled. “I just wanted to make mum a cake...” “I know and you are getting better in the kitchen but not enough to cook a whole ass cake by yourself. Have you learnt nothing from the idiots?” Katsuki hugged the boy. “Ill help you make another one okay? You can ice it yourself, cause I’ll have to go back home before the old hag drags me back.” He kissed the boys head, before getting started on making a brand new cake.

~half an hour later~

“Seriously nerd? I’m surprised we even got that cake in the oven. You were too busy getting the shit all over us!” Katsuki glared at the boy. “You look tasty.” “Nope don’t you dare nerd. We aren’t doing this today. Go clean yourself up. I’ll watch the cake.” He saw the pout. “Now.” He folded his arms and watched Izuku walk away. “And don’t come back until your clean shit head.” “Love you to Kaachan.” He snorted. God he loved that nerd.

Izuku came back a few minutes later. The cake was luckily nearly done. “Kiss?” Izuku asked. “Nope.” “Rude! All I want is a kiss, my boyfriend hates meeeee.” Katsuki just sighed. “You need help nerd. Also take that shit back or else I won’t kiss you for a whole week.” He smirked at the gasp he got. “KAACHAN THAT’S RUDE!” He laughed. “Alright fine come here nerd.” He held his arms out and Izuku ran over excited.

Katsuki leaned in and gave the boy a kiss before pulling away. The pout was worth it. “No way. WE are not making out while the cake is still cooking. I don’t want to burn the house down. I’m not you.” Izuku pouted. “You are so mean today.” “OI take that back. I’m not mean.” Izuku just poked his tongue out at the blonde. The timer went off. “I would kill you but then I will be lonely and the cake will burn again.” Katsuki let go of the boy and turned walking back to the kitchen.

He stopped and looked back at Izuku. “Did you just fucking slap my ass?” The shit eating grin on Izukus face said it all. “Maybe.” Katsuki just shook his head. He went to the kitchen and got the now cooked cake out of the oven.

Izuku came up behind him and hugged him. “Baby I have to get going. Let the cake cool down and then ice it.” “Nooooo.” Izuku whined. Katsuki turned around. “Ill give you all the cuddles and kisses you want back at school. I promise.” He kissed him gently and yes maybe he groped his ass for a second but in Katsukis defence it was payback.

“Ill see you at school baby. I love you.” Katsuki said before he left going home to shower and change. Izuku sighed. He really wanted to spend more time with him but he knew that he couldn’t. Instead he waited for the cake to cool down before he iced it. He made sure to write ‘Worlds #1 mum.’ On it.

He then waited for his mum to come home. Who arrived soon enough. “Izuku I’m home!” Inko said walking through the door with takeout for dinner. Izuku went to the door. “Welcome home!” He said and helped carry their dinner inside.

The two ate dinner talking about their day. “I’m sorry I almost burnt the house down.” Izuku said when it was his turn to talk. “WHAT!!? Oh god Izuku honey are you okay? What happened!!? You know you shouldn’t cook alone.” Inko went into full blown panic mode. “I’m okay! Kaachan came and helped. I tried making you a cake and it caught on fire...But Kaachan came by and he helped me fix it and he helped me make another cake. I’m going to grab it!” Izuku ran to the kitchen and grabbed the cake.

He brought it over to his mum, who started crying. “I love it! Oh it’s so sweet Izuku! Oh and tell Katsuki thank you as well when you see him.” Inko said through her tears. “I will mum, but maybe stop crying? We don’t want to flood the house again...” His mum stopped crying and laughed a little. “Sorry sweetie.” Izuku just smiled.

He cleaned up the table and did all the dishes, before cutting some cake. The two ate it happily. “Thanks for never giving up on me.” Izuku said. “Of course honey! You are my number one son!” Izuku lets a few happy tears slip through.

“I’m sorry I’ve worried you a lot ever since my quirk came. It was never my intention to. I know ever since he left things haven’t been easy but I promise things are different now!” Izuku said. “Oh honey! What did I ever do to get a great son like you? I know you worry about him coming back but he won’t and if he does well let’s just leave it at that.” Inko smiled. It was a little terrifying. “They won’t find the body? Mum you should stop watching so many crime shows! Well at least watch them with me when I’m here...” Inko laughed. “Let’s watch one now then?” Izukus eyes lit up and they picked a show to watch together. Yeah this was perfect. Izuku might not be a great cook but at least he has the best mum ever.

I have no clue where this came from, but like oh well. If you have any requests or questions for this au feel free to let me know.

#bakudeku #bkdk #bakudeku secret dating au #izuku tries to cook #it does not go well #boku no hero academia

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